Comfort is feeling like you could fall asleep. Like you could stay there forever and be okay with that. You can trust and be around those who are with you. You can be yourself. You are okay with being yourself. You have inner peace. You want to help others feel comfortable and peaceful. You want to share your secret. Cuddling with a puppy, a lover, a baby, a friend, yourself.
Mom. Home. Never having to think about what you look like, what you say in the arms of family. That’s what I will miss the most. Snuggling in her bed. Comparing all the things we love that are just the same. An afternoon complete.
I’m not under the comfort of anything other than exhausting myself. That’s what makes me comfortable anymore. Running until I can’t breathe or doing push ups until my chest gives out and my arms collapse into me. I wish there was more, something else to give me comfort.
Fleeting, flying, frolicking comfort.
Elusive, energizing, enlightening comfort.
Free my soul of what weighs it down
Silence my fears with one touch
Only you can make me feel this.
I feel that the epitome of comfort is a fall evening at my parents’ house as a child. Crisp, cool air outside. Smells from the backyard drifting in the open windows. Halloween decorations strewn around nearby houses, myself fresh fro the shower, hair wet, ready for my pajamas. Popcorn sounds coming from the kitchen as my mom puts on an episode of an old TV sitcom.
They would take comfort in those footprints, in that reminder, that yes, she had been alive in their lives. The carpet would be indented forever, with feet now deceased. They hid under the hope chest and sweated away while she did the routine sit-ups. She liked to write more than perspire, but she rarely did the former, while the latter was something she dreaded and yet knew would help in the long run. But none of it mattered now as she rested underneath the soil, in a bed made for someone much older than she.
comfort.
…
i’m uncomfortable without you, but i can’t be yours anymore.
you made me so comfortable when we were together, there was none other like you babe, and everything was so perfect and you loved me so much you still do i know, but loves not enough.
Now I’m lost without you, without your love
I love my comfort bed because it’s really necessary for me. I have a hard time to sleep so when I have to stay overnight in the hotel. I couldn’t sleep because it’s not comfort.
Comfort foods. Comfort as in laying underneath my dad’s warm, fleece blanket. Comfort is the home and family that surrounds you, biologically or otherwise. That’s comfort in my eyes.
He is comfort. When I talk to him, I am nothing but comfortable and that is more than important to me. I am never fully comfortable talking to anyone except for him. I should stop writing this because I’m afraid I’ll curse it. ):
One thing that we all need when we’re feeling sad, broken, and mad is that one word up there. I think without comfort, we’d suck things up, and it would take time for us to heal. Comfort is important.
I’m comfortable with him. Comfortable with everything we do, and everything we say, and everything we are. Comfort is knowing I can do no wrong as long as I am myself. It’s the cool breeze that passes over us as we lay on his basement couch. It’s the way his lips feel against my forehead as he says he loves me.
a warm bed on a cold night. being with the one you love. ice cream. a good book. loving your job. a good pair of shoes. the cold side of a pillow. spooning. dogs.
Knowing nothing in the world would change for the worse, knowing everyone you love could be in one place, the person you love most in the world loving you back, and the thought that no matter how many risks you take, you could always land softly even if you fail. Comfort is an impossible achievement.
comfort is what people need to feel because they are fucking pussies and do not like being uncomfortable in awkward situations people will care a lot about being comfortable because they dont have anything else to use their mind for like when people are in the car and not talking the air conditioning bwecomes reallyu fucking important for some stupid reason even though it doesnt fucking matter if it changes a few degrees.
Comforting is what your hug is.
Comforting is what your sweet lullabies are.
Comforting is know that you’re there and that every will be okay.
You are comforting.
You are my comfort.
comfort is essential to me if i want to be happy. i need to have a certain level of comfort to be able to sleep well. i like to feel comfortable, in everything like what clothes i wear, shoes, social situations, etc. i need comfort to be happy yeah ive said this. comfort is good! i love to be comfortable.
When I was younger my mother used to hold her arm out to her right so I could join her on the couch in the mornings. That was probably my favorite thing about the mornings, coming downstairs drowsy, waking to the smell of coffee and a wonderful smile from a wonderful woman.
comfort is a blanket, a coffee, a friend, and a slow warm night. its when mom says its going to be okay, and when you hear your friend laugh at something you said. its knowing that the situation is going to get better, and you can see it starting to improve.
The little things that give me comfort. The smell of a campfire. The hug from the quite understanding boy. The smell of pumpkin bread, fresh from the oven. The hum of cicadas. The glow of lighting bugs under the distance globes of fire in the sky. The feeling of home, where everything is alright.
I have comfort in knowing that one day I will change the world…or at least, make some type of impact. I find comfort in a pair of blue jeans that fit just right; a really great book; in the arms of my lover; on rainy days; in laughter; in children. I find comfort in knowing that my future is led by me and me only. My thoughts, my dreams, my efforts.
Comfort is found within ourselves. Some may depend on others or things for it, but when it comes down to that feeling; it takes all you have to let yourself calm your soul and let your heart feel at ease.
i feel comfort in knowing that one day i will do something great for this world. i find comfort in rainy days. i find comfort in a really great book. i find comfort in a pair of old blue jeans that fit just right. i feel comfort in my lover’s arms and thinking about them when i am away for too long. i miss the feeling of being comfortable in knowing what my future holds.
He leaned into the comfort that was her warm chest, clutching tightly onto the rough fabric of her ultramarine sweater with cold fingers.
“I’ll miss you Janey. Don’t forget me…please.”
Her laugh rumbled through his body as she held him tighter.
“How could I ever, little squirt.”
Comfort is what you feel when you are with someone you trust. It’s a feeling that people don’t get that often, unless you are with someone special. You shouldn’t feel rushed or hurt by this person and they should be important to you.
i feel comfortable right now, sat with my friends getting high as hell and playing xbox. the weekend I will feel comfortable being really drunk at a festival! It would appear that I need intoxication to feel comfort sometimes. Its probably unhealthy to live this lifestyle, but it must be shortly lived. Univercity will be a test, but if I work hard I will be comfortable in life, and with my life. Praise to prosper.
Diving into a fresh, clean, large bed when you are quite as tired as I am right now is like giving yourself one big hug. It is the king of comforts and I’m quite sure laptops were invented to enhance this enjoyable experience. Hot chocolate plus laptop plus bed equals heaven.
A place where you are. There is not a reason
no one asks about it
it’S Just there
and we all need it
want it
gotta have it
it’s us
and what we are
comfort
I feel most comfortable when I am doing what I love running towards a goal that I know is right for me. It makes me feel most secure and driven to work hard. I still feel like there’s a lot I have to learn though.
Comfort does not only mean being in the comfort of your house, with rain, a movie, food and even maybe a boyfriend. Comfort also requires being comfortable with yourself. When you are comfortable with yourself, everyone will be comfortable when being around you
Comfort is when you cry and cry, and someone just comes and hugs you. No words. No questions.
Something is still wrong, but now someone knows how you feel.
Comfort is feeling like you could fall asleep. Like you could stay there forever and be okay with that. You can trust and be around those who are with you. You can be yourself. You are okay with being yourself. You have inner peace. You want to help others feel comfortable and peaceful. You want to share your secret. Cuddling with a puppy, a lover, a baby, a friend, yourself.
Mom. Home. Never having to think about what you look like, what you say in the arms of family. That’s what I will miss the most. Snuggling in her bed. Comparing all the things we love that are just the same. An afternoon complete.
being in his arms, a warm fire on a winter night, a mother’s reassuring words, his sweatshirts, my room, my hand in his.
I’m not under the comfort of anything other than exhausting myself. That’s what makes me comfortable anymore. Running until I can’t breathe or doing push ups until my chest gives out and my arms collapse into me. I wish there was more, something else to give me comfort.
Home family bed ice cream hugs love sunshine
Fleeting, flying, frolicking comfort.
Elusive, energizing, enlightening comfort.
Free my soul of what weighs it down
Silence my fears with one touch
Only you can make me feel this.
False.
Prove it’ll stay
Prove you’ll stay.
Just for one night
I want to feel
This comfort I hear so much about.
I feel that the epitome of comfort is a fall evening at my parents’ house as a child. Crisp, cool air outside. Smells from the backyard drifting in the open windows. Halloween decorations strewn around nearby houses, myself fresh fro the shower, hair wet, ready for my pajamas. Popcorn sounds coming from the kitchen as my mom puts on an episode of an old TV sitcom.
They would take comfort in those footprints, in that reminder, that yes, she had been alive in their lives. The carpet would be indented forever, with feet now deceased. They hid under the hope chest and sweated away while she did the routine sit-ups. She liked to write more than perspire, but she rarely did the former, while the latter was something she dreaded and yet knew would help in the long run. But none of it mattered now as she rested underneath the soil, in a bed made for someone much older than she.
comfort.
…
i’m uncomfortable without you, but i can’t be yours anymore.
you made me so comfortable when we were together, there was none other like you babe, and everything was so perfect and you loved me so much you still do i know, but loves not enough.
Now I’m lost without you, without your love
ahhh, bagels, yogurt, lily the dog, my daughters, rain, storms, fun at home in front of the fire, mom, apple pie.
I love my comfort bed because it’s really necessary for me. I have a hard time to sleep so when I have to stay overnight in the hotel. I couldn’t sleep because it’s not comfort.
Comfort foods. Comfort as in laying underneath my dad’s warm, fleece blanket. Comfort is the home and family that surrounds you, biologically or otherwise. That’s comfort in my eyes.
He is comfort. When I talk to him, I am nothing but comfortable and that is more than important to me. I am never fully comfortable talking to anyone except for him. I should stop writing this because I’m afraid I’ll curse it. ):
One thing that we all need when we’re feeling sad, broken, and mad is that one word up there. I think without comfort, we’d suck things up, and it would take time for us to heal. Comfort is important.
I found it in him every night. No matter how terrible my day had gone I always found my comfort in his amazing arms.
I’m comfortable with him. Comfortable with everything we do, and everything we say, and everything we are. Comfort is knowing I can do no wrong as long as I am myself. It’s the cool breeze that passes over us as we lay on his basement couch. It’s the way his lips feel against my forehead as he says he loves me.
a warm bed on a cold night. being with the one you love. ice cream. a good book. loving your job. a good pair of shoes. the cold side of a pillow. spooning. dogs.
Knowing nothing in the world would change for the worse, knowing everyone you love could be in one place, the person you love most in the world loving you back, and the thought that no matter how many risks you take, you could always land softly even if you fail. Comfort is an impossible achievement.
comfort is what people need to feel because they are fucking pussies and do not like being uncomfortable in awkward situations people will care a lot about being comfortable because they dont have anything else to use their mind for like when people are in the car and not talking the air conditioning bwecomes reallyu fucking important for some stupid reason even though it doesnt fucking matter if it changes a few degrees.
Comforting is what your hug is.
Comforting is what your sweet lullabies are.
Comforting is know that you’re there and that every will be okay.
You are comforting.
You are my comfort.
comfort is essential to me if i want to be happy. i need to have a certain level of comfort to be able to sleep well. i like to feel comfortable, in everything like what clothes i wear, shoes, social situations, etc. i need comfort to be happy yeah ive said this. comfort is good! i love to be comfortable.
When I was younger my mother used to hold her arm out to her right so I could join her on the couch in the mornings. That was probably my favorite thing about the mornings, coming downstairs drowsy, waking to the smell of coffee and a wonderful smile from a wonderful woman.
I have become comfortably numb.
comfort is a blanket, a coffee, a friend, and a slow warm night. its when mom says its going to be okay, and when you hear your friend laugh at something you said. its knowing that the situation is going to get better, and you can see it starting to improve.
The little things that give me comfort. The smell of a campfire. The hug from the quite understanding boy. The smell of pumpkin bread, fresh from the oven. The hum of cicadas. The glow of lighting bugs under the distance globes of fire in the sky. The feeling of home, where everything is alright.
I have comfort in knowing that one day I will change the world…or at least, make some type of impact. I find comfort in a pair of blue jeans that fit just right; a really great book; in the arms of my lover; on rainy days; in laughter; in children. I find comfort in knowing that my future is led by me and me only. My thoughts, my dreams, my efforts.
Comfort is found within ourselves. Some may depend on others or things for it, but when it comes down to that feeling; it takes all you have to let yourself calm your soul and let your heart feel at ease.
i feel comfort in knowing that one day i will do something great for this world. i find comfort in rainy days. i find comfort in a really great book. i find comfort in a pair of old blue jeans that fit just right. i feel comfort in my lover’s arms and thinking about them when i am away for too long. i miss the feeling of being comfortable in knowing what my future holds.
in order to grow you must step out of your comfort zone! it is the key to life! hands down, if you stay comfortable, you grow stagnant!
is something secure but an illusion at the end, nothing is that comfortable unless you are an idiotic illusion.
He leaned into the comfort that was her warm chest, clutching tightly onto the rough fabric of her ultramarine sweater with cold fingers.
“I’ll miss you Janey. Don’t forget me…please.”
Her laugh rumbled through his body as she held him tighter.
“How could I ever, little squirt.”
Comfort is what you feel when you are with someone you trust. It’s a feeling that people don’t get that often, unless you are with someone special. You shouldn’t feel rushed or hurt by this person and they should be important to you.
i feel comfortable right now, sat with my friends getting high as hell and playing xbox. the weekend I will feel comfortable being really drunk at a festival! It would appear that I need intoxication to feel comfort sometimes. Its probably unhealthy to live this lifestyle, but it must be shortly lived. Univercity will be a test, but if I work hard I will be comfortable in life, and with my life. Praise to prosper.
Diving into a fresh, clean, large bed when you are quite as tired as I am right now is like giving yourself one big hug. It is the king of comforts and I’m quite sure laptops were invented to enhance this enjoyable experience. Hot chocolate plus laptop plus bed equals heaven.
A place where you are. There is not a reason
no one asks about it
it’S Just there
and we all need it
want it
gotta have it
it’s us
and what we are
comfort
I feel most comfortable when I am doing what I love running towards a goal that I know is right for me. It makes me feel most secure and driven to work hard. I still feel like there’s a lot I have to learn though.
Comfort does not only mean being in the comfort of your house, with rain, a movie, food and even maybe a boyfriend. Comfort also requires being comfortable with yourself. When you are comfortable with yourself, everyone will be comfortable when being around you
Comfort is when you cry and cry, and someone just comes and hugs you. No words. No questions.
Something is still wrong, but now someone knows how you feel.
Wrap that kitten with a sack
Let the threads tangled with its fur
The meow seep through the layers
As the water comforts it to sleep